XAVIER'S POV
"I love the cold, but I don't appreciate this drop in temperature, at all."
I snickered at what Ophelia said. Who preferred this, any way. I just checked the weather forecast and it predicted a hurricane due to the currents of this windstorm. I didn't tell this to Ophelia.
She would definitely freak out. We were probably stuck here for the evening. I just hope, the weather gets back to normal so that we can drive back home at night.
Our parents were going to ask questions. No doubt about that. We just had to make believable excuses. We could think about that later.
Right now, I had to focus on drying the hoodie that Ophe-clumsy-lia, ruined.
HALF AN HOUR AGO
"I can get my hoodie on my own. Thank you very much, Mr. Pervert."
The temperature was dropping rapidly, and the heater in our room would switch on and off on its own. That, apparently, was too scary for Ophelia and she asked me to turn it off. So, now she wanted to wear the hoodie she found in the car.
